The scissor.
Constantly cut the structure, shreds of keys drift away regaining meaning within perdition.
You’re not used to it, but you draw your conclusions.
When the heat becomes unbearable you feel icy cold, everything’s confused.
You slowly sink in this laguna, but before the water could reach your throat you find a solid ground,
without losing any time you run to safety.
Fight your way and cut loose the past, look ahead, like incessant raindrops falls baten down the hatches.
You’re not alone, 3 entities go with you and sew the pieces together.
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released April 27, 2015license
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gang of ducks, gangofducks, Turin
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